Sattire Attire part XIV - Do or Dye (it red)

"Some ships are made of gold - goldships. Some ships are made of silver - silverships. But the best ships are made of friends - friendships." - Nonsense from Class IV

"We used to be best friends" Sylvester protested.
"But we ARE best friends! What has gotten into you?" Dmitri said,as if the current state of events were the usual.
"What's gotten into me?! It's YOU who is never here. It's YOU who is no where to be found. It's YOU who never tries to make contact or respond to any efforts of mine either" Sylvester kept his voice low, so as to not attract any attention but the message was clear.
"I think we both know what has changed between now and before..." Sylvester continued, eyeing Fate from over Dmitri's shoulder. Dmitri did not need to turn around to get the message. He understood the problem; Sylvester was jealous.
But he only understood half the problem. Yes, Sylvester was jealous but of whom? In Dmitri's mind everything was nice and dandy; his best friend was jealous of his better half. But in reality and in Sylvester's mind it was not so simple. Sylvester was torn because of the lack of attention his best friend was bestowing upon him and he was distraught because the girl of his dreams was now a girl he would never know amourously.
Sylvester would take a bullet for Dmitri and he quell a storm for Fate (or any endeavour which would involve perishing) but he only has one life to give. So when asked to do both at the same time, would he start questioning his beliefs? Who would he choose and who would he choose to lose?
He had decided,prior to entering the diner, walking up to Dmitri and pulling him aside for a talk, what he would do. He could start a war with his friend or he could start a war with himself. And now that he stood in front of Dmitri, with Fate visible from over his shoulder, his decision appeared to be clouded with doubt.
"What's going on? You look like you haven't slept a wink?" Dmitri enquired out of genuine concern and out of a genuine attempt at changing the subject. It settled well with Sylvester; he needed some more time to think and he actually had not slept well or at all over the past few days. "Yea.. I'm sorry... I'll catch you later"
"Why don't you come join us?"
"I really shouldn't. I need to go." And he left.